“Speaking of my wife,” Roger looks off to the other side of the room, “she is giving me the look that tells me she needs rescuing. I’ll have my assistant call your office to arrange a meeting.”
He shakes my hand again and then turns to Paige. Taking her hand in his, he kisses it briefly. “It was a pleasure, Paige.”
As he walks away, a spike of envy hits me—he touches her with such ease. If I put my mouth on her, I couldn’t stop at her hand.
Paige turns to find my eyes on her. I can’t stop looking. I’m a little in awe. In the time it took me to navigate through the crowd, Paige managed to close a client the firm had been chasing for months. “How did you do it?”
She shrugs. “I just told him what he already knew.”
“And what is that?”
“That you are the most dedicated lawyer he’ll ever work with and he’d be an idiot not to sign with you.”
A rush of warmth bursts beneath my ribs, spurring my heartbeat to a sprint.There’s no hidden teasing behind her words, just honest admiration.
“You’re the one who convinced him to sign with us.” Does she realize how significant this is?
I’m used to being the one to put my clients first and make things happen. But all I did was shake the man’s hand. Paige is the one who’s ensured my most vulnerable clients will be taken care of long-term.
That possessiveness I felt earlier courses through me, stronger this time, entwining with the arousal I’m very close to giving in to. “Why do you call me Mr. Carlson?”
She drops her gaze to her glass and watches her thumb slide through the condensation on the outside. “Because you are my boss.”
I think about every book review I watched before she walked in on me. “And you want to be my good girl?”
Her eyes snap to mine. Her blue irises are now thin strips surrounding her swollen pupils. “Yes.”
She’s thinking about what she walked in on. My dick is on the same page except it’s not my hand he wants.
“Did you get the documents filed today?”
“Yes.”
Good girl.I want to say it, but wanting comes with complications and rules I’m still not sure I’m ready to break. “Do you know what a no-fraternization policy is?”
She nods. “It means you won’t fuck me even if you want to.”
Her filthy words go straight to my cock.
She tilts her head to the side, and her dilated pupils seem to swell even more. “I guess the policy says nothing about fucking your fist and wishing it were me.”
My cock swells to full-length as I give in to the erection I’ve been fighting all night. I drop my eyes to the bow at her neck and imagine tugging it loose. “You’re not being verygoodright now.”
Paige sucks on her bottom lip and slowly releases it from between her teeth. “Being naughty can be good.”
My body goes rigid, and my cock throbs. A surge of precum leaks from my slit, and I’m so close to blowing that a slight brush of my zipper will send me over the edge. I’m starting to think it will take more than not seeing Paige in the office every day to ease this ache in my balls.
“Two days. That’s how long is left on your contract, correct?”
She nods.
The decision is made before I realize it.
In two days, I can give in to this temptation, use her body instead of my hand, and be the grumpy boss she fantasizes about in her book reviews. We can work off this tension between us without breaking my policy, then move on with the rest of our lives.
“Why do you have a policy like that?” she asks.
To avoid falling for an employee again and risking the career I’ve built.“To avoid distractions at work.”
